Please support me, thank you.
Hazel arched her brows in surprise."Did you leave me any room to plan something against you?" she retorted, trying to mask her anxiety with defiance.Francisco's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her with a penetrating gaze."I just wanted to thank you," Hazel continued, her voice trembling slightly, "for keeping my parents safe. You... you didn’t hurt them."Her lips quivered as she spoke, the vulnerability in her words clear.Francisco raised his eyebrows, a hint of skepticism in his expression. It seemed he didn’t entirely believe her.The room was elegantly decorated, with large bookshelves and ornate almirahs lining the walls. Hazel pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to compose herself."Just think whatever you want," she said, her tone defiant yet shaky.She turned to twist the knob and leave the room, but paused, her back still facing Francisco. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "And one thing..."Francisco’s eyes remained fixed on her, waiting for her to continue.F
Hazel's lips quivered as Francisco's cold lips touched her navel. She closed her eyes and placed her hand over them, unable to face the reality of her own vulnerability. She understood that she had become weak to him, ready to spread her legs until her desire was fulfilled.Outside, the sky was black with clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoed, mirroring Hazel's inner turmoil. The restlessness, guilt, and pleasure all swirled within her heart, a storm of emotions as chaotic as the weather outside.Francisco's thumbs tenderly brushed over her pink buds as he kissed her navel. Hazel's lips parted involuntarily, but she suppressed any sound, biting her lower lip to keep herself silent. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and she struggled to maintain control.Francisco looked up at her, his chin resting on her navel, to gauge her reaction. Her face was a portrait of conflicting emotions, and her eyes were tightly shut, hiding from the reality of their situation. With deliberat
"Ah..."Hazel parted her lips as she arched her back, tightly gripping the edge of the table. Francisco's face was buried against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. The rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, overwhelming her senses.Hazel bit her lower lip as she felt the peak of her pleasure approaching. She dug her nails into his back, a heavy groan escaping Francisco's lips as he responded by biting her neck. His hips moved rapidly, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Hazel's eyes slowly closed, her body surrendering to the waves of ecstasy washing over her.In a sudden, intense rush, she reached her climax, the ultimate pleasure coursing through her. Francisco felt her body shake, her strength leaving her in a powerful release. Understanding her reaction, he slowed his pace, giving her a moment to savor the sensation.Hazel moaned as his movements became gentler, more deliberate. She slowly laid herself back on the table, her breath
Hazel's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The boy who had once saved her life was now the man who had turned it upside down. Francisco, with his dark past and dangerous present, was the same person she had wanted to thank all those years ago. Her heart felt heavy with the irony of it all.Francisco, sensing her turmoil, rose from her bosom, his breath ragged. He moved up to her face, their eyes locking with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.“This man!” Hazel thought, her hand reaching up to touch his face. She had been so eager to thank that boy, but knowing it was Francisco brought a storm of emotions.“It’s me, Hazel. The one you wanted to thank,” Francisco said softly, breaking into her thoughts.Hazel parted her lips, wanting to say something, anything, but words failed her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Finally, she spoke words that felt both true and false, driven by a mixture of gratitude and her hidden agenda, “Then I am thanking yo
Hazel turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade over her body. The chill helped clear her mind, washing away the remnants of sleep and the physical reminders of the previous night. As the water flowed, she took deep breaths, centering herself.Her thoughts were a whirlwind, but one thing was clear: she had to stay focused on her goal. The encounter with Francisco, while unexpected, was just another step in her plan. She couldn't afford to let her emotions derail her.After showering, Hazel stepped out of the bathroom and was startled to find Lily in the room, arranging a tray of food. The bite marks on her body were visible beneath her short frock, making Hazel feel self-conscious. She hesitated for a moment before sitting on the bed and glancing at the abundance of food. "It's a lot, Lily. I don't think I can finish it."Lily smiled broadly at Hazel and replied, "Ms., Master said you need to eat more. And I think Master is not wrong."Hazel's cheeks flushed with embarrassm
Lucas continued, "And... he invites both of you. He wanted to apologize to Ms. Hazel in front of everyone."Francisco's jaw tightened at the mention of Hazel. The memory of Andrew's offense against her flared up in his mind, reigniting his anger. "Apologize?" Francisco echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That scumbag thinks an apology will make up for what he did?"Lucas stepped closer, trying to maintain a calm demeanor."Boss, this might be an opportunity. Let him apologize publicly. It will humiliate him, and we can use it to our advantage. It shows that even someone like Andrew fears you and respects Ms. Hazel."Francisco leaned back in his chair, contemplating Lucas's words. He knew Lucas was right; a public apology from Andrew would be a powerful statement. It would reinforce his authority and protect Hazel's dignity. But the idea of cooperating with Andrew, even temporarily, left a bitter taste in his mouth."Okay, boss, tomorrow night. I will inform him then," Lucas said
Francisco blinked his eyes slowly, trying to steady himself as he walked into the room. "A... Umm... It's okay. You don't have to take permission every time from me. After all, it's your mansion too," he stammered, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain.Hazel glanced at him and offered a slight smile before returning to tidying her clothes. Francisco bit his lower lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and desire. He watched her, his mind racing. Why was he so hesitant? He had longed for Hazel to accept him, and now that she had, his emotions were a tangled mess.He tugged at his sleeves, his nerves getting the best of him. He couldn't understand why he felt this way. He wanted nothing more than to kiss Hazel deeply, to hold her close, but something was holding him back. As he looked at her back, he took a deep breath, his resolve hardening.Francisco tightened his jaw, his eyes fixed on Hazel. In a sudden burst of determination, he moved towards her swiftly, closing the distance betwee
Hazel finished her dinner before Francisco and retreated to the bedroom, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She had resolved to share the room with Francisco, but the uncertainty of the night ahead filled her with nervous anticipation. Would she be able to sleep next to him? Would he even let her sleep?She took a deep breath and opened her closet, deciding to change into something more comfortable. She made up her mind to use the night as an opportunity to learn more about his childhood. If he tried to get intimate, she planned to stop him and steer the conversation towards something less daunting.Just as she finished changing, she heard the door creak open. Francisco stepped inside, his presence filling the room. Hazel tightened her lips with nervousness but forced a smile, saying, “I thought you wouldn't sleep now.”Francisco raised his brows, his tone calm as he asked, “Why? Don’t you want me to come now?”Hazel tried to smile with a sound, saying, “No, it’s not like that. It’s ju